I came into the dark room to find you standing in the center in a shaft of light, next to a table. You were dressed in a black form-fitting shirt and black pants, which were also so tight I couldn't imagine how you could breathe. Your hair was pulled up, revealing your smooth neckline, which I noticed as I looked you over from the top of your head down to your toes, drinking in everything that I saw.
You moved over to the table and sat on it, but I quickly moved over and pulled you off, causing you to stand before me. I then pulled a butterfly knife from my pocket. Your eyes grew wide and you started backing away from me, but I moved right up on you, sandwiching you between the table and me. I could hear the fear in your breathing and see it in your eyes.
You went to say no, but I moved a finger to your lips and silenced you. I flipped the knife open, revealing the blade, causing it to glint the light from above slightly. You tried to push me back, but after you did, when you turned to go, I slammed my hands down on the table on either side of you, your back to me. You could feel my breath on the back of your neck as I rested my chin just below the tops of your shoulder blades as you were bent over slightly. I could feel your body tremble, both from fear and from getting turned on. I knew you could feel the bulge in my pants as it was pressing against your ass.
You began leaning back toward me and I kissed the back of your neck, then the side. One of your hands came up and willingly moved to the back of my head. You began playing with my hair as I slid my hand to your stomach and I began caressing you gently as you rubbed yourself back against me. A soft sigh escaped your lips as I set the knife down on the table and I slid my hands to your full, luscious breasts, stroking them gently with all my fingers through the shirt. As I did this, I noticed you weren't wearing a bra, and I smiled even as I sucked and nibbled on your neck gently.
You cried out then as I quickly slid a hand back to the back of your neck and I pressed you forward, bending you over the table. You gasped in horror as you heard the click-click of the blade being flipped open. You struggled with me as I grabbed both your hands and held your wrists together over your head. I smiled even still as you struggled and I drew the flat of the blade slowly down your back, then slid it up inside your shirt in the back.
The next thing you felt was the blade turn sideways and the smooth, non-sharp side of the blade against your flesh. You heard the fabric of your shirt ripping, signaling that I was cutting the shirt off of you. I smiled as you whimpered and struggled against me, obviously a little relieved that I wasn't cutting you, but rather the shirt. After I got back to the top, I flipped the knife closed and tossed it aside, then I turned you around so you faced me, then I ripped what was left of the shirt off of you, exposing your full, juicy breasts. Your nipples were already hard with excitement as I rubbed my thumbs over them while my hands gently kneaded the rest of your breasts. You gasped, then moaned and pulled my head down to your breasts as you laid back, letting me kiss over the tops of your breasts gently.
You went to sit back on the table and I roughly pulled you back to me and lifted you skyward, allowing you to wrap your legs around my waist as I carried you toward the table. You wrapped your arms around my neck as I sucked, kissed, and nibbled on those lovely mounds of flesh. I laid you back on the table, your legs dangling slightly from the edge as I leaned in over you. I broke the kisses and let my hands slowly work their way down over your stomach to your pants...
You gasped in surprise as I roughly ripped your pants open, tearing them slightly as I did. I then pulled them down off you, taking your panties with them as well. You went to wrap yourself around me again, but I pressed you back to the table again. I then slid you back across the table a bit, then I slowly walked around your right side as I ran my fingers up one side of you. You watched me with a confused look in your eyes. I ran my fingers up the inside of your arm and I began kissing your fingertips and your palm, making you a little hotter with each minute. I then yanked your arm down, making sure not to hurt you too much, then I slid your hand through a waiting loop in a rope that was tied to the table legs. I tightened the loop quickly, causing your clenched fist to open involuntarily. In order to keep you a little more comfortable, I pulled your arm so it was lying on the table again, this time up over your head.
You immediately went to work trying to get yourself around and untied. I quickly made my way around to the other side and I pulled your hand down again, pulling the loop up this time to meet your hand, then tightening it quickly and placing your arm up over your head. I then tightened a third rope and locked it off to keep you from being able to move your arms. You began crying and pleading for me to let you go, but I again placed a finger over your lips and silenced you. I then slid down to the foot of the table and I began massaging your foot. A pleasured sigh escaped your lips as you laid your head back on the table, seemingly content to think that I was just going to do this. I slowly slide another loop over your foot as you lay back, then I tighten it as you cry out again, realizing what I was doing. I then do the same to your other foot, tying it up and limiting it's movement.
As you look around from the table, you see that the ropes aren't all connected to each other, but that the ones tying your legs down are in fact connected to each other. I walk over into the shadows and you hear a slight creak, then you cry out as the ropes begin to pull tight, spreading your legs apart. I move over toward you again and I smile. You look to me, pleading with your eyes and your cries for me to stop. I walk back to the shadows and this time the creak is much longer and more loud, and your legs are pulled apart still farther, spreading them farther and farther to the sides of the table, pulling them back a little bit as well so your feet are parallel to the table top.